Home alone in Nothing ends
- Aug. 19, 2015, 12:51 p.m.
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I fell asleep inside
And now I’m out of practice
Where do I start
And how will I finish?
Ideas flash by
None of them seem right
In this moment.
I remember little things
Like how you used to write in purple and the pictures you sent me.
I have become lost inside myself
And these little things you have
Given me become symbols
And charms that I use
When I need to find
My way home.
Home is a strong word…
A word for a place that makes you feel comfortable.
A place where you don’t feel so alone.
Alone isn’t as strong of a word as Home.
And that’s only
because
of you.
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